User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-1298206-20120405230044/@comment-3135907-20120409213542

Firdin nods. "Well said, Abigail! A great idea, that. Only, how-" Suddenly the door flies open. "Halt this meeting in the name o' King Seergaz!" Vermin under Captain Barlank charge into the large one-room house, securing windows, doors and hatches to insure that there is no escape for the woodlanders. Barlank points to Firdin. "Seize him!" A total of eighteen vermin guards leap on top of the old squirrel, pinning his paws, feet and face down with sheer weight. "You're under arrest, treemouse. Take him away," Barlank laughs wickedly as the guards haul the battered Firdin up.